Teaching of H. H. Dorje Chang Buddha III Led Me from the Brink of Death to a New Life of Faith and Gratitude
A Sudden Collapse of Everything I Knew
Life hit me with unbearable weight, but I fought my way back from the edge of death.
In this world, in this life, there is no one who isn’t afraid of illness or hospitalization. Someone once said: there are only two kinds of people who leave a hospital — the dead and the healed. But I believe there’s a third kind: people who endure illness, heal their bodies, and emerge with a transformed mindset and a new direction in life.
That third kind of person is me.
One casual health check threw my life into chaos — the result left me stunned: Stage 4 B-cell lymphoma, a late-stage malignant tumor. In front of death, no amount of money or status held any meaning for me.
From Boardroom to Hospital Ward
I was a business owner, always rushing between meetings and social engagements. Now, I had to put everything down — saving my life became my only priority.
I headed straight to a top-tier general hospital, only to find it severely overcrowded. From the admission lobby to the wards, patients filled every corner. After enduring a long wait and then navigating a maze of procedures, I was eventually admitted to a cramped three-person room. Once inside, I quickly noticed how tightly the beds were packed—so close that even turning sideways was nearly impossible.
I was placed in the middle bed.
Encounters in the Hospital: Suffering Knows No Age
To my left was a young girl, probably under 20, her head shaved bald. Her face was waxy pale, with no color, and although her features were delicate, her eyes were vacant. She lay slanted on the bed, and a slightly older girl — likely her sister — was gently feeding her rice porridge, spoon by spoon.
To my right, a roughly 70-year-old woman occupied the bed. She was in a serious condition, her abdomen distended from ascites, looking like a balloon. Her limbs lay limp and powerless. Her deeply wrinkled, darkened face looked like an ancient pine battered by the winds.
I lay there, eyes half-closed, exhausted but unable to sleep. I thought of the middle-aged man I encountered when I was admitted, who kept sighing. His drooping eyelids and dull complexion revealed deep fatigue and sorrow.
He told everyone that his high school son — tall, handsome, and academically top-ranking — was about to take his college entrance exams when he suddenly collapsed during gym class. Diagnosis: leukemia. A vibrant life, suddenly forced to face decay. As a parent, he was heartbroken. Listening to his story only made me feel more deeply how painful and uncertain life can be.
A Sleepless Night and an Unexpected Lesson in Filial Love
After dinner, the hospital grew quiet. People were drained from the day’s exhaustion. The old woman’s son continued working quietly in the corner.
Sometime past midnight, I faintly heard her whisper, “Son, I wet myself.”
Immediately, her son got up carefully, using his flashlight to change her adult diaper. An hour later, she called again, “Son, I had a bowel movement.” He responded quickly but accidentally kicked the metal basin — the loud crash woke up the whole room, followed by a strong odor. He spent a long time cleaning everything up.
Just as I was dozing off, I heard once again, “Son, I want some water.” Frustrated, I sat up and gave the old woman an impatient glare.
Her son picked up the cup, tested the water temperature on his lips, and patiently fed her spoon by spoon.
Eventually, morning came, and he was still there, sleeping with his head on his arms beside the bed.
After breakfast, he washed and shared fruit with all of us.
He bowed and apologized sincerely:
“I’m so sorry for disturbing your rest last night. My mom was quite unsettled.”
His humility moved me. I quickly replied, “It’s nothing. People tend to become like children when they’re sick — it’s not easy.”
Indeed, the way he had cared for his mother through the night, tirelessly and lovingly, touched me deeply.
The Banker and His Devotion
We chatted during the quiet hours of the morning. I learned that he was actually the president of a bank — no wonder he was so well-dressed. My curiosity grew.
“How long has your mother been sick?”
“Six years,” he replied.
“Isn’t banking very demanding? How do you manage caring for her?”
“My wife works too, and our son’s in college. I feel more at ease taking care of her myself. I catch up on rest whenever I can.”
The saying goes: “No child remains filial by the long sickbed of a parent.” Yet this man disproved it.
Then he said something that changed me:
“My parents brought me into this world. My mother raised me through hardship. Now it’s my turn to repay her.”
Such simple yet profound words. I was momentarily stunned and couldn’t speak. A voice inside me whispered:
“This is the kind of life I should live — one of gratitude, filial piety, and wholehearted devotion to those who raised me.”
An Unexpected Introduction to Buddhism and H. H. Dorje Chang Buddha III
This humble bank president became my friend. Later, I learned from his mother that he was a devout Buddhist.
Curious, I asked him many questions about Buddhism. He was always patient and honest. When he didn’t know the answer, he encouraged me to find it in Buddhist texts.
Eventually, I had the great blessing of listening to the Dharma discourses of H.H. Dorje Chang Buddha III. My confusion and anxiety melted away. The knots in my heart were untied. I felt immense clarity and peace.
Through sincere Buddhist practice, I began reflecting on my faults in thought, speech, and action. I deeply repented for my past indulgences and the karmic killing I had unknowingly caused through eating habits. I came to believe firmly in the law of cause and effect and committed myself to planting good seeds and doing virtuous deeds.
In my medical treatment, I became fully cooperative with my doctors and wholeheartedly followed their instructions.
Rebirth Through Illness with the Blessings and Teachings of H. H. Dorje Chang Buddha III
Three years later, all my health indicators had returned to normal. The day I was discharged, the doctors gave me a thumbs-up, congratulating me on beating the illness.
But I know deeply — I had once stood at the gate of death. It was Buddhism, and the blessings of encountering the true teachings of H. H. Dorje Chang Buddha III, that lifted me out of that dark abyss.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too late.
Narrated by: Langwa Sapo
Written by: Xing Cha
Edited by: Sai / Yuesè
Teaching of H. H. Dorje Chang Buddha III Led Me from the Brink of Death to a New Life of Faith and Gratitude
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